 | The Collected Poems of Philip Bourke Marston |  |
Just after Nightfall.
I heard a whisper of Roses,And light, white Lilies laugh out—
“Ah, sweet when the evening closes,
And Stars come looking about;
How cool and good it is to stand,
Nor fear at all the gathering hand!”
| The Collected Poems of Philip Bourke Marston | |